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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

RTT = Where I plot against my Oldest Boy

Don't know how this works? You head over to Keely's place, grab the button, and relieve your brain of all those thoughts that won't make a complete blog post. Easy Peasy!

Let's get the ball rolling:

I just found out that my friend Sally is going to be a grandma. I'm too excited! I get to be a quasi-great auntie again. Being a quasi-great auntie is like always being the bridesmaid but never the bride. I have to be a great auntie/grandma vicariously through my friends because Brilliant Oldest Son and his Lovely Wife won't spit out any babies for me. Christ, how hard is it? Am I asking too much? Even JR who doesn't make much of the whole baby thing mentioned how all our friends kids are having kids. Uhhhh.....does this sound a little "crazy grandma wanna be"? Val, you can not answer that question. It was totally rhetorical.

While looking around for museums to go to this weekend (yeah, I am a museum geek) I came across The National Museum of Funeral History . (Who thought THIS was a good idea? Whoever it was was an effing genius) Some of the fascinating exhibits include: Civil War Embalming (yeah, I've wondered about this), 1900s Casket Factory , and Fantasy Coffins.

I think it goes without saying that I want to be buried in this.

They also sponsor a golf tournament because everyone knows that several times a year deaths occur on the golf course from lightening. Great promotion and sales opportunity right here. The best part of the museum has got to be the gift shop. JR wants to go get a coffin key chain. Me? I'm going for the embalming jar coffee mug. Yes, I do start my Christmas shopping this early.

We ended up at the San Jacinto Museum and Monument. It was very interesting. All about Texas gaining independence from Mexico. There are your artifacts, paintings and my favorite the gift shop. They even had a movie that told the story of the battle of San Jacinto; where General Sam Houston taught Santa Anna not to screw with Texans. Yay, Sam! FYI, here in Texas they are all about who's ass they've kicked. This museum exalts in the ass kicking.

That being said General Santa Anna really did deserve a major ass whopping and the Texans were just the men to do it.

They did have a section of the museum dedicated to the city of Houston. JR and I (the oldsters that we are) loved this poster in the exhibit.

That would be the LIVE Beatles as opposed to the dead ones. I love the English dudes with a giant cowboy hat. And, that side bar; "IT WAS MORE THAN 20 YEARS AGO" That makes it sounds like forever ago. Which is a little disconcerting to me because in August 1965 I was a month away from my 6th birthday. I'll save all of you from doing the math. I'll be 50 in September.

Now, everyone head over to Keely's place because the randomness is well worth your time.

Now this brings up a buncha random thoughts, to wit: there's also the Glore Psychiatric Museum in the old state health hospital in St. Joe MO. A very interesting and rather sad kinda place. As for Beatles 'n cowboy hats? I read somewheres that way, way back in the 60s, Ringo wanted to immigrate to the US - to be a cowboy! He even sent away to the Justice Dept. for the forms, but obviously never filed them out. And that's the REST of the story!

The Natl Museum of Funeral History is freaking brilliant - thank Gawd they have an online portion to look at since I'm so far away from Houston. And I love the motto on their website. I have always maintained that a good day is when you wake up on the right side of the grass! Wonderful.

I have a lot of comments from today's post but really I just want to offer up my children for you to grandparent. Please? My parents are 45 min away but both of my brothers followed our lead and now there are 4 grandkids with Graham being the oldest. It sucks and we could use some backup since my brothers book my parents every available chance. What do you say?

First of all I have to say this post was just for me! Pressure to make babies & then peaking my morbid curiosity with the Funeral Museum. Thanks Michele!

Becky: No, I know more than enough about the birds and the bees. As a matter of fact, I'm a wealth of information, want me to share? My favorite course in college was human anatomy and physiology ;)

Kristy: Aren't MIL's the worst? Actually my family (my grandmother included) are the worst, and they already have 3 grand-kids all aged 2 and under. One of them lives 10 minutes away and the other 2 visit quite frequently.

Michele: You're in deep trouble. Do remember New Years Eve a few years back? You promised me you wouldn't pressure me until I was 30. Well you have a good 7 years to go! Don't try to deny it, I have witnesses. Besides, you have a perfectly healthy son living under your roof right now, who actually wants kids, that you can pester.

I like the idea of the National Funeral Museum being that most my family had died and I can plan a funeral with one eye closed and my arms tied behind my back, but that weird bird to be buried in. I hate birds. Hate. That would be like going to hell to me.

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